So.
I don’t want this to become one of THOSE blogs… you know- the ones that people hate because all the person does is talk about their health or whine all the time (what’s that you say? too late? Well!), not that I know any blogs like that because everyone on my blogroll is super awesome and I love reading them. But.
I *KNEW* my period was coming today. I KNEW IT. The little chart tells me that today is the day it’s supposed to start, my temperature this morning told me it was supposed to start, I had a cramp a couple of days ago, and I’ve been unreasonably cranky the past couple of days. Like “I told my student that he could get a drink and then this other person I work with stopped him and told him he couldn’t get a drink even though it was NONE OF HIS BUSINESS and the kid was COUGHING AND COUGHING” phoning Rob at home and bitching to him about it for 20 minutes kind of cranky. Seriously, what the hell’s up with that? Before I started taking the Clomid, I was NOT that kind of cranky even in the throes of PMS. Guess that’s why they have a term for it: the Clomid Crazies.
ANYWAY. So I logically knew my period was coming. But it wasn’t here this morning when I woke up (it usually flits in on dove’s wings while I’m sleeping). It wasn’t here when I left for work. It wasn’t here when I started teaching. So I started explaining away everything that I could.
“The chart says that it should start today, but it also says that I should test today! Maybe it won’t come today, and today I will test!”
“My temperature went down, but that might be because Rob turned the heat down to sub-zero last night before coming to bed, and I somehow ended up kicking off the blankets during the night so no wonder!”
“Cramps? Cranky? Maybe the cramping was because of indigestion! Maybe the crankiness is just due to the fact that we’re in an incredibly shitty, stressful situation at the moment that I refuse to blog about!”
I need to start trusting my initial instinct.
Period Time of Arrival today: 10:25 am.
I’m putting this here not because I think anyone would actually do this, but just… because.
Yes, Rob and I are trying to brew up a human. Yes, because of my PCOS, it’s been difficult and we haven’t been successful yet. There are drugs and doctors and timing involved (TMI again!). That’s okay with us- it’s not like we hate boning, and yeah, I can take six pills a month.
I don’t want to sound ungrateful but please, please, I don’t want to hear “It’ll happen for you I know it!” unless you are a) a physician or b) a proven psychic. Because it might NOT happen, and we know this. If it doesn’t happen we plan on stealing a hobo off the streets and forcing him to wear cute outfits.